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Florist’s self-titled is gentle, sonically diverse, and poetic.
“Someone told me once ’you better not let this pass’ Sometimes I think I have too many pasts So what do you think, should we just be here on the land? Listening to the sounds of life around us pass Careful not to tread on anything needing rest”
from “Feathers”
It’s a quiet, folky spirtualism. There are also these ambient, field recording-y interludes sandwiched between songs, and it’s so, so good.
“Someone told me once ’you better not let this pass’ Sometimes I think I have too many pasts So what do you think, should we just be here on the land? Listening to the sounds of life around us pass Careful not to tread on anything needing rest”
from “Feathers”
It’s a quiet, folky spirtualism. There are also these ambient, field recording-y interludes sandwiched between songs, and it’s so, so good.
Aug 16, 2024
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She carved out time throughout the week for us to write. This continued on for maybe a month. I loved it. Stories about monkeys fighting airplanes were interspersed with details about the bugs I collected at recess. Any bit of free time I had was dedicated to writing, both in school and out.
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She carved out time throughout the week for us to write. This continued on for maybe a month. I loved it. Stories about monkeys fighting airplanes were interspersed with details about the bugs I collected at recess. Any bit of free time I had was dedicated to writing, both in school and out.
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It’s maybe my first experience with grief. I felt legitimately connected to the experience of writing, and to experience actual loss, especially at that young of an age, changed my brain forever. Twenty years later, I write editorial articles at work and poetry at home. I still have a very tenuous relationship with the void lol.
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